This is a song about "Left"

I'm still confused about why you left

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Im being pulled left and right

I hope she's goin' home with me tonight

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

And i'm left for the corrections,

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

So with your mind left exploded

That left ya without hope

Then later we can elope

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

That was good shit, is there any left